There were old pictures,
In the box with my effects,
From a time just before,
I left to pay off my debts.
I was gone for years,
Haunted by dreams of your lips,
And the memory of,
Felonious hands upon your hips.
I never thought that the,
***** pictures you sent,
Could bring back my heart,
So broken and bent.
Flaming hair from a bottle,
Your soul from the same,
But in the end can I really,
Be the only one to blame?
I don't know if I lost you,
Or if I even loved you before,
Still my heart beats in wonder,
If your heart may want more.